Fathers and daughters have a unique bond. Daughters have a magical way of pulling at their father’s heart strings. My own daughter is no different.
During the summer of 1988, the Yellowstone fire was in full force. While causing massive destruction to the national park, the fire was producing massive amounts of smoke. The sunrises viewed through the opaque, smoke-filled skies of Wyoming were fiery red and blazing orange most days. The spectrum of color on display was magnificent to view each morning. My daughter’s birthday was no different. As I started walking to enter the hospital that morning, I stopped and watched the sky. The beauty observed was a prelude to something more remarkable-the birth of our daughter.
I am not too proud to admit I cried tears of joy the moment she was born. I still fondly remember holding her for the first time. I knew she was a gift from God. Words will do little to describe the amount of elation and joy I felt on that warm summer afternoon.
The tiny infant I held that day soon grew to be a little girl, adolescent, and then adult. My, how the years went by so quickly. I still remember how excited she would get about going camping. How her eyes would light up when a fish would be tugging at her pole. The way she laughed when she sled down the snow-covered slopes of the mountains.
My daughter did what I asked and worked hard in school. She graduated at the top of her class. This was a testament to her intelligence and determination. She continued working hard and graduated from college with honors. All the while, through good times and bad, carrying herself with respect for others and upholding a high moral standard.
I am very proud of the young woman she has become. She is now married and has four children of her own. Anymore, when we go to visit, it’s always about the grandchildren. I, however, am always concerned about their momma. She’s still my little girl.
She has been a blessing in my life since her birth. She’s grounded in her faith and fundamental beliefs. Looking strikingly like my wife, my daughter is blessed with beauty and overflowing with personality. I find it hard to write the exact words to describe our relationship. The word “special” that keeps popping into my head does not seem strong enough to describe our bond.
I am extremely proud to be her father.
I love her from the bottom of my heart. And, I always will.